Claimed by the Mafia King

“You guys have to stop crying.” I whispered to the other two girls when the van started moving. One of the men had entered another car so we were left now with just two of them who sat in front.

Both girls ignored me holding unto each other, already finding comforts in themselves. I felt sad but I understood that they did had a lot in common. They were both scared.

Ignoring the slight pain in my chest I tried to check for my phone but I just then realized that I had left it in the bus. Police here was dead anyway when it came to gangs, White Lion was law in this town. My only hope was simple let this be another gang. If they were from ‘White Lion’ then I was gone for.

I saw a rope on the ground of the car and out of instinct and sheer desperation I picked it up and tried to strangle the driver. I put the rope around his neck and pulled on it with as much force as I could muster.

He was thrown of balance and the car moved in different directions. The other guy tried to shoot but was kicked by one of the girls the one who sat by me. The other took the gun when it fell and hit his head. The driver started losing his breath and stopped struggling.

With no one handling the steering wheel the car started to move fast before it Summersaulted.

My head hit the glass window and there was a lot of smoke. I had a cut on my forehead and my arm but other than that I was fine. I quickly unlocked the door hitting the two girls in the process.

There was smoke all around us as we got out of the car. We coughed sporadically as we ran away from the car and smoke.

“So what do we do now.” The girl who had been sitting by my side asked after we had reached a safe distance. She used her left hand to support her right because she was bleeding profusely on the right. Her breathing was hitched but she looked better than she did before.

I looked at her and exhaled, trying to get as much air into my lungs as possible. “We run and never look back because if they find us.” I paused. “Well let me just say they shouldn’t. I’m Mirabel. You can call me Mira.”

“Justine.” The girl replied. She looked like someone who would answer Justine. She was small and petite. Like a little tanned doll, everything about her was so small and cute.

“Fola. The other girl introduced licking blood from the side of her mouth. Fola on the other hand was thick on all the right places. Her face was round and she was quite tall, even taller than I was.

We nodded in understanding of a common goal which was to run as fast as we could.

There were no further pleasantries as the three of us started to run for our lives. The road was lonely, very lonely and there was no one in sight but we didn’t give up even though we didn’t know where we were.

All I hoped for was to leave the lonely street to

the main road.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Does any of you have your phone here?” I asked, when we stopped to catch our breaths.

We were getting closer to town and I could feel hope swirl in my chest.

Fola was about dipping her hands in her pocket when a Hilux driving in full speed stopped by us and pushed us into the back seat. We struggled but we were defeated and bound.